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This is it! This is your chance!
My eyes didn’t leave the pretty boy even after we arrived at Izu airport.
Like a hawk stalking its prey. I waited for a chance that he could be alone. When his male companion went to get their baggage, I seized the opportunity.
He glanced at me, a flash of recognition in his eyes. Then his brows furrowed, and I wanted to retreat.
“Do I know you?”
. . .
. . .
Do I know you?
Do I know you?
Do I know you?
The words ringed inside my head as I desperately shake it off to no avail.
“Y-you d-don’t . . . r-recognize me?” I ignored the cut in my heart as I managed to say the words, not hiding the bitterness and hurt in my voice.
He raised his brow. “I do. You’re that peacock girl at the hotel’s lobby in Vegas.”
He faced me and tilted his head. “Are you stalking me?” he said, not hiding the accusation in his voice.
“W-what?! N-no! I was just . . . I f-followed you all the way here from Vegas b-because . . . because . . .” I bit my lip. I opened my mouth and closed it again. Not sure of what to say.
“Because you are a stalker,” he said with a monotonous voice that pricked my heart, digging a hole in it.
“What’s going on here?” His male companion cut in and shielded him from my view.
Without thinking, I took a step back.
“Who are you? What are you doing to my boss?”
I didn’t respond. I was paralyzed. My organs stopped working. My head was pounding in pain. My heart was peeling piece by piece, not a care if it had nothing left.
“Enough. Let’s just go. We’ll be late for the meeting.”
Seeing I was probably shaking while my face was ghostly pale, he grabbed his suitcase and strode off, leaving me stunned behind.
He was clearly that boy.
His face was still the same minus the smile and mischievous grin.
His deep brown eyes were still the same, although replaced by a calm, mysterious glint.
His voice was still the same but had that cold and indifferent tone.
His body was still the same, yet his energetic aura was replaced by aloofness.
So I was indeed just a passing woman to him? It was the sex he wouldn’t forget –– not me.
“Hey lady, are you alright?”
“What happened? Are you lost?”
I ignored the voices. I didn’t care.
My mind was crashing. Rebooting it on the time I hadn’t meet him. My heart was peeling, hoping it could peel off my feelings for him. My body trembled, easing the numbing pain as I gripped my mouth, holding my howls while my tears didn’t stop falling.
I was broken.
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